Friday, January 19, 2007
Just Like Daddy
Megan has had only two successful attempts on the potty so far. Mostly she's content to just sit.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Checking the e-mail
"Play computer" is one of Megan's new favorite games. We have to keep the laptop hidden or she starts begging for it.
When we do let her play we turmn on Word Perfect and set the font around 36 and let her type away. She narrates as she types her gibberish: "it's an 'M.' ... I did a seven.' Every now and then we get a "what's that?" but how do you explain a backslash or an equal sign to a two-year old?
I expect she actually will be sending e-mails not to long from now. (Historical note: I think I sent my first e-mail right around my 18th birthday. "When I was a kid, we didn't have e-mail, or the internet or cell phones..." Now if you'll excuse me while I go brush my dentures!)
When we do let her play we turmn on Word Perfect and set the font around 36 and let her type away. She narrates as she types her gibberish: "it's an 'M.' ... I did a seven.' Every now and then we get a "what's that?" but how do you explain a backslash or an equal sign to a two-year old?
I expect she actually will be sending e-mails not to long from now. (Historical note: I think I sent my first e-mail right around my 18th birthday. "When I was a kid, we didn't have e-mail, or the internet or cell phones..." Now if you'll excuse me while I go brush my dentures!)
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
"Softy the Snowman"
Like many others, we, too went out for a romp in the snow today. Look how excited Megan is for her first snow experience:
And what would a day in the snow be without a snowman? Now, you all have heard of Frosty the Snowman, as has Megan, but apparently not enough to make a well formed connection in those plastic little neurons of hers. When we were done she proclaimed, "It's Softy the snowman." Try as we might, she never did give up on calling him Softy. Given the state of our slushy snow, maybe she had the right idea!
As you can see, Megan warmed up to the whole snow idea. In fact, I pretty much had to drag her back into the house after we spent what seemed like forever throwing snowballs into the pond ("I made a plash! ... More snowballs, Mommy!"). The Christmas lights behind Softy came down later in the day - better late than never!
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Also today: Mac and I started dating 15 years ago! That sounds like such a long time and yet it has seemed to go by so fast. Happy Anniversary, M!
I hit 30 weeks gestation, the point I would consider the true half-way point of pregnancy. And right on cue, I desperately want it to be over. Though this has been a very problem free and easy pregnancy, I still don't find pregnancy to be an enjoyable state: only sleeping on my side, the constant stuffy nose, the freakishly large belly, the pelvic symphysis pain, and a constantly hiccupping fetus who is in direct competition with my bladder and liver - sorry not my idea of fun! On the bright side, I am finally warm. Ten weeks (or fewer) and counting.
And what would a day in the snow be without a snowman? Now, you all have heard of Frosty the Snowman, as has Megan, but apparently not enough to make a well formed connection in those plastic little neurons of hers. When we were done she proclaimed, "It's Softy the snowman." Try as we might, she never did give up on calling him Softy. Given the state of our slushy snow, maybe she had the right idea!
As you can see, Megan warmed up to the whole snow idea. In fact, I pretty much had to drag her back into the house after we spent what seemed like forever throwing snowballs into the pond ("I made a plash! ... More snowballs, Mommy!"). The Christmas lights behind Softy came down later in the day - better late than never!
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Also today: Mac and I started dating 15 years ago! That sounds like such a long time and yet it has seemed to go by so fast. Happy Anniversary, M!
I hit 30 weeks gestation, the point I would consider the true half-way point of pregnancy. And right on cue, I desperately want it to be over. Though this has been a very problem free and easy pregnancy, I still don't find pregnancy to be an enjoyable state: only sleeping on my side, the constant stuffy nose, the freakishly large belly, the pelvic symphysis pain, and a constantly hiccupping fetus who is in direct competition with my bladder and liver - sorry not my idea of fun! On the bright side, I am finally warm. Ten weeks (or fewer) and counting.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
P.C. Arizona
The Phoenix airport not only has changing tables in the bathrooms for your kids, but also it is very accommodating for the diaper wearing older population as well:
Our Babymoon
In the last few years “the babymoon” has become en vogue, both as a term and as a thing to do. The babymoon is a last get-away for expectant parents, before they have to dive into the rigors of having a new baby.
The idea was especially appealling to us, as we both thought a vacation from parenting would do us good before becoming the parents of two. So we jumped on the opportunity of a mid-winter get away WITHOUT MEGAN.
Mac’s parents came up Thursday night and Megan seemed quite content with the explaination that “Mamaw and Papa will feed you, play with you, change your diaper, and put you to bed while Mommy and Daddy are gone.” In fact she raised minimal protest as we said goodbye, although I was starting to have Mommy-guilt about leaving my baby. This was the first time both Mac and I had left her together, but I knew it’d be good for all of us.
Our flight to Phoenix was uneventful and actually quite relaxing. I walked onto the plane with nothing but a Starbuck’s smoothie in my hand – no baby to lug, no diaper bag, no stroller (Mac did have a small bag that contained a book for me) . I kept feeling like I had forgotten something.
The two and a half hour flight seemed to pass in half the time the hour and forty-five minute flight to LA takes, perhaps because we got to read and nap instead of wrestling with a very active lap child for the entire time!
Once in Phoenix we took the shuttle to the rental car center to pick up our car. As we walked through the parking lot to our car, we passed rows of the generic small sized sedans that we were expecting. When we got to space H-3 we did a double take, as we realized we would be cruising Arizona in the midget-hurst that is the Chrystler HHR, letters that we decided must stand for “highly humorous rental.” But it got us to the resort without any problems, that is, if you don't count the radio turning on every time we used the blinkers.
I spent the most of the days attending a pathology conference while Mac golfed. We had some time in the afternoon to hang out and we got to catch up with two of Mac’s close college friends and their family. We got to lay around all day Sunday, napping and watching football (with no one asking us to read stories or do puzzles!).
We enjoyed some great dinners: Chaparal at the resort, Drinkwaters, and Vincent's on Camelback, which was part of Restaurant Magazine's top 50 restaurants in THE WORLD for 2003. We thought it lived up to the billing and were just bowled over by all the comp's that Vincent was giving out. Vincent selected two desserts for both me and Mac "on the house, on the house!" We couldn't think of a restaurant experience that compared.
The only snag in our trip was the flight home. because of the bad weather in Portland, we were delayed 5 hours and had a particularly long and boring stint in the Phoenix airport. Plus we didn't get to see our little Meggie before she went to bed that night! But, in the end, we made it home safely.
I have the rest of the week off, which I will be spending in Mercury detox. Yes, I went a little crazy with the seafood, but how could I resist bisque with fresh lobster and caviar, tuna tartare, crab legs, a seared ahi steak, or grilled lobster with fresh habanero pasta? Besides do you really think my unborn son will really miss those few IQ points?? And Mac is trying to get back into the habit of sensible eating after gorging ourselves for five straight days.
No, it was all that exotic or adventurous when "Mommy and Daddy were in Zona" (Arizona) but it was still a great (kidfree!) trip.
The idea was especially appealling to us, as we both thought a vacation from parenting would do us good before becoming the parents of two. So we jumped on the opportunity of a mid-winter get away WITHOUT MEGAN.
Mac’s parents came up Thursday night and Megan seemed quite content with the explaination that “Mamaw and Papa will feed you, play with you, change your diaper, and put you to bed while Mommy and Daddy are gone.” In fact she raised minimal protest as we said goodbye, although I was starting to have Mommy-guilt about leaving my baby. This was the first time both Mac and I had left her together, but I knew it’d be good for all of us.
Our flight to Phoenix was uneventful and actually quite relaxing. I walked onto the plane with nothing but a Starbuck’s smoothie in my hand – no baby to lug, no diaper bag, no stroller (Mac did have a small bag that contained a book for me) . I kept feeling like I had forgotten something.
The two and a half hour flight seemed to pass in half the time the hour and forty-five minute flight to LA takes, perhaps because we got to read and nap instead of wrestling with a very active lap child for the entire time!
Once in Phoenix we took the shuttle to the rental car center to pick up our car. As we walked through the parking lot to our car, we passed rows of the generic small sized sedans that we were expecting. When we got to space H-3 we did a double take, as we realized we would be cruising Arizona in the midget-hurst that is the Chrystler HHR, letters that we decided must stand for “highly humorous rental.” But it got us to the resort without any problems, that is, if you don't count the radio turning on every time we used the blinkers.
I spent the most of the days attending a pathology conference while Mac golfed. We had some time in the afternoon to hang out and we got to catch up with two of Mac’s close college friends and their family. We got to lay around all day Sunday, napping and watching football (with no one asking us to read stories or do puzzles!).
We enjoyed some great dinners: Chaparal at the resort, Drinkwaters, and Vincent's on Camelback, which was part of Restaurant Magazine's top 50 restaurants in THE WORLD for 2003. We thought it lived up to the billing and were just bowled over by all the comp's that Vincent was giving out. Vincent selected two desserts for both me and Mac "on the house, on the house!" We couldn't think of a restaurant experience that compared.
The only snag in our trip was the flight home. because of the bad weather in Portland, we were delayed 5 hours and had a particularly long and boring stint in the Phoenix airport. Plus we didn't get to see our little Meggie before she went to bed that night! But, in the end, we made it home safely.
I have the rest of the week off, which I will be spending in Mercury detox. Yes, I went a little crazy with the seafood, but how could I resist bisque with fresh lobster and caviar, tuna tartare, crab legs, a seared ahi steak, or grilled lobster with fresh habanero pasta? Besides do you really think my unborn son will really miss those few IQ points?? And Mac is trying to get back into the habit of sensible eating after gorging ourselves for five straight days.
No, it was all that exotic or adventurous when "Mommy and Daddy were in Zona" (Arizona) but it was still a great (kidfree!) trip.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
21st Century Child
Today I was at the computer with Megan in the room. Megan announced,"I want to play computer," a phrase she has used before to let us know that she'd like a turn banging on the keys. But today she had more to say: "I want to play computer. Want to check the e-mail."
I guess if Elmo can get e-mail so can my one year old!
I guess if Elmo can get e-mail so can my one year old!
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Happy New Year
New Year's Eve with kids isn't the same raucous party it used to be (meaning we weren't able to watch movies and go to bed at 11:15 like we used to do on New Year's), but we still managed to have a good time.
Jenn very thoughtfully brought down lots of tinsel, noisemakers and hats. Our floors have had a festive sparkle and glitter to them ever since!
And what fun is New Year's without some midnight fireworks (that would be EST, of course)? Megan and I had prime seats for taking in all the smoke, and the fireworks, too. Megan finally decided the fireworks were pretty cool, right about the same time we ran out of them.
After the kids went to bed, Jenn Shanghai-ed us all in a game of late night cards.
Happy 2007!
Jenn very thoughtfully brought down lots of tinsel, noisemakers and hats. Our floors have had a festive sparkle and glitter to them ever since!
And what fun is New Year's without some midnight fireworks (that would be EST, of course)? Megan and I had prime seats for taking in all the smoke, and the fireworks, too. Megan finally decided the fireworks were pretty cool, right about the same time we ran out of them.
After the kids went to bed, Jenn Shanghai-ed us all in a game of late night cards.
Happy 2007!
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